I used to love candy corn when I was a kid: but one Halloween my grandmother gave me a two-pound bag of the stuff, and being an absolute greedhead, I ate the whole thing in one night. The next day I was sick—pizza and candy corn don’t mix, fyi—and it killed whatever passion I had for the stuff.

These days I’ll nibble on one or two of them if offered. But candy corn taught me the meaning of the word ‘temperance.’

I’ve found Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas versions, but usually eat it just for Halloween and Thanksgiving. Supposedly, candy corn sales are highest at Halloween, but I figured long ago it was a fitting and welcome break from the typical Thanksgiving fare. (As others have said, it works better for me in moderate, measured doses anyways.)

I think candy corn is cute. I cannot remember what it tastes like, to be honest. But I think that I would like to get 5lbs of candy corn and let Sprocket play in it while I take pictures. And then I can give the candy corn to my brother to eat. 🙂